With a whisper in the wind she graces us with her presence. Sneaks up without a sound. While she floats about observing the homage of her admirers, she closes her eyes and lets out a sigh. She escapes from her sway unnoticed. When she's gone there is a thunderous clap. Silence no longer occupies the room. The sound of the hustle is deafening. They cast her footprints, they bottle the air, and they paint a new mural to her beauty. They pretend she never appeared. That they were not worthy of her presence. But the truth is she was screaming. They ignored her and waited for her to go. For they have learned to live in her wake. To raise her to the heavens like a goddess. But they choose to ignore the truth like a plague. That this goddess is just a girl. A girl who wants to be seen and be heard. This girl wants a hug.

Its been a while since the last time I wrote in here. And a lot has happened between Fenchurch and I, a lot has changed. But some things never change. She is still one of the most adorable, fascinating people I know. She knows me far and away better than anyone else on this planet. And because of all that has transpired between us, she is something to me that no one else could ever be; which is something wholly beyond words. She has her own section of my heart on permanent reserve, and will always be my darling Fen.